"Bring me with you."

"Listen, if you really want to impress them, bring me with you," you say. "You don't speak English well enough. Let me do the talking for you."

Valkyrie looks at you uncertainly. But you fix your eyes on hers and say, "You can't do this yourself. You must let me take care of it for you."

Her big blue eyes go momentarily hazy as her brain reconfigures to accomodate your suggestive power. Then she nods eagerly.

"Yes, please, I need you to do this for me," she pleads.

You lead Valkyrie in through the doors. The fellow with the clipboard looks at you.

"Who are you?"

"This is Valkyrie," you explain.

"Please, I need him to come with me," she pleads. The man cocks an eyebrow, but agrees to wave you on.

You appear in front of the most senior members of the Justice Legion, who are seated at a table. You lead Valkyrie in and smile at them.

"And who are you?" says the Martian Millionaire, his eyestalks peering intently at you.